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Aire and Angels.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voyce, so in a shapelesse flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worship'd bee,
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see,
But since, my soule, whose child love is,
Takes limbes of flesh, and else could nothing doe,
More subtile then the parent is,
Love must not bee, but take a body too,
And therefore what thou wert, and who
I bid Love aske, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fixe it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steddily to have gone,
With wares which would sinke admiration,
I saw, I had love pinnace overfraught,
Every thy haire for love to worke upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be fought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattring bright, can love inhere;
Then as an Angell, face, and wings
Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare,
So thy love may be my loves spheare;
Iust such disparitie

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